We lasted Forever
We hugged I became the boyfriend
three years old
We didn’t realize how long forever would be
So it lasted
One Day
Posts Tagged ‘Memories’
Cunctator
2010
05.12
05.12
It was a breezy March day in North Carolina and the wind was ripping apart the new leaves from the trees, delaying from their comfortable new home. Women and men though braved the weather and came out on the street, dresses and hats picked up at times and flung every which way. The door to the soda shop was open though as a young women walked walked in her finger-waved hair now blustered by the wind, “Thank you” she said to the boy holding the door and went to the counter and sat down. “Hiya Betty,” the acne-covered boy asked “What wouldya like today?” She placed her coat on the counter beside her as she adjusted her skirt for those wandering eyes. “Just some coffee thank you” she set down the menu she had in her hands, an ice cream was too cold for a day like today. “Coffee? I guess I’ll have some of that too,” the boy from the door had sat down next to her. The soda jerk walked to the back counter to get the hot drinks that were seldom sold. “Y’know they say Coffee will stunt your growth missus,” the man said taking off his hat to show a fresh buzz cut and a clean face “wouldn’t do any good for a woman like you” She spun on her seat to face the man. “And what makes you the authority on what is right for me or not?” he gave a side smile “My name in Jim and I’m a Marine miss..”
The weeks turned into month with each letter from him promising that he would be home for Christmas and in that small town the mailman would wink and smile and would wait for Betty to run up and ask for her letter. The letters came every other week. His handwriting was gritty but she wrote back in her flowery calligraphy and scented it with her perfume to make him think of her. She waited one, two, and three Christmas’s for her solider to come home.
“I do” Together they walked down the aisle of the small church with the town gathered to watch them get married. Her dress was white and the veil flew behind her blending in with the rice that was being showered down from everywhere she looked at him and he smiled at her as the cans clattered down the road after the happily married couple.
Her hair was snow white as he bent over her on the bed. Their hands clasped together. The room was empty except for the two of them. So hollow and white. Her hair blended in with the pillowcase that propped up her head up. Her body that had been an image of hope to him now laid shrivled up. “I love you, and I’ll be home for Christmas” she closed her eyes as she no longer clinged onto her pain and embraced the love that they always had.
Flash Fiction (Attempt)
2010
05.11
05.11
The rain just never seemed to stop. Allison stared out of her window, the gray sky reflecting into her room once painted sky blue now also gray. She looked into her room, her stuffed animals staring at her with their big eyes. She looked over to them and wished that she could still play with them as she used to but she could still hear the rain dripping down her window. She walked out to her favorite bear, sat down on her bed, and opened a book. The rain ceased for her as she found a new world being opened up for her and her bear to enjoy.
(Maybe more expansion on Allison in a later story? I suck at this…)
Their Own
2010
05.03
05.03
“Come on you, slow poke!” the young girl yelled to the boy who was huffing behind her. She jumped over the roots without even looking, glancing back for a few moments to see how far behind he had gotten away. She waited on top of a stump, her hips displaced to the side as she had often seen her mother do when impatient. “Come on!!!” she screamed to him. He was a little big, his brown curly hair plastered down to his face, feet tripping over the roots, and his breat audible from those few meters.
“Aw…Come, on, Mar-” he took a deep breath “jeanne” his hands rested on top of his legs taking deep breaths. “Can we just rest here for a bit” he walked slowly to the stump and sat beneath her shadow.
“Ouch! Jimmy, you almost sat on my foot!” Marjeanne yelled as she jumped off the stump. Her neighbor Jimmy had always been a problem for her “You’re always making me late and slowing me down, I wonder why I’m even friends with you…” she wandered around as she could still hear him searching for air. She went past the stump into the deep woods
“Marjeanne your mother said not to wander around in the woods, we could get seperated you know…” she turnned around quickly to see him blocked by some bushes
“I don’t think I could ever be far enough away from you!” she swept up her blonde hair into the ponytail her mother disliked so much, ‘It’s unlady-like’ she would scold her. Inside the forest it was a lot cooler than the main path as it was covered by the big trees in the northern forest. “Oh…my…”
“Marjeanne!” she could hear the crunching of leaves and twigs behind her as his heavy feet pounded the earth. “Are you okay? Is something wrong?” he stopped dead in his tracks. “What is it?”
“What are you stupid?” Marjeanne asked “It’s a teepee…like what the indians used to live in, duh, but without cloth it uses the twigs instead…” she walked closer to the object and walked around it inspecting it’s security
“Oh,” Jimmy came closer to the shelter “Do you suppose someone uses it?” Marjeanne stooped low to the ground and squatted her way in “What are you doing?”
“You’re such a baby, get on in here” Jimmy reluctantly obeyed and came in “Wow, we should use this place as our secret hide out, we could pretend we’re Indians or…or…hide from our parents…and go camping” her mind was swimming as the visions of their summers in their shelter made her dizzy.
“We could do that,” Jimmy said looking at the setting sun “Or we could go back home for dinner and eat my Mom’s pasta” He crawled out of the building “Come on I know you love her meatballs almost as much as I do” Marjeanne reluctantly came out as they walked back to the path
“We can come back tommorow right?” she looked at the building seeing how it would look once it became their own place
“Yeah,” He tugged at her shoulder “Now, last one back’s a rotten egg” He started his run to be passed by the girl with her ponytail bouncing in time with her steps.
The summer went to fall and the building stayed and became their own covered in the leftover raincoats in those first few years then improved as their building skills did into a full fledged building keeping a skylight in the center reminsicent to the holes in the wigwam. The years went by and they saw little of each other at school as Jimmy became a athlete and Marjeanne disappeared into her studies. But the building was always theirs. meeting when they had time, or going their alone just to be away from the culture that was consuming them both.
“You brought her here?” Marjeanne accusingly looked to the bleach blonde who was on the edge of the building. “This, is not her place”
“I wanted her to be apart of this…” Jimmy tried to protest “It’s my place too, not yours” The girl looked uncomfortable as they were fighting in the center over the coffee table filled with conceptual ideas and game plans that they had left there.
“How many other girls have you brought here? Have you had sex in here you…” she had never wanted to use this word “Jock?” Jimmy no longer the little boy he was stooped to his full height and muscled body. “I thought this was our place, where we could exist outside of our parents and the world, but I guess the world decided to come here” She could feel her eyes burning with tears and her face turning red as the other girl snuck out of the building quietly on the outskirts.
“And what about you?” Jimmy said his veins popping “You bring any of your pocket proctecter pansies here to have a study orgy of sorts?” he squished his nose “Oh, Marjeanne you shouldn’t have, what a naughty girl for not knowing your one hundred places of pi”
“This…” she couldn’t she didn’t know what to say “I can’t believe I was ever friends with you!”
“Nor you” their was silence as the stars soared overhead they sat down to calm down on either side of the table. They waited their in silence
“You can have the place on Monday, Wedensday, and Friday” she looked around the room plastered with their photos and posters from their favorite things now divided “And I’ll have it Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday; Sundays will be no ones” They could hear the crickets outside and the owls hooting in agreement
“Fine”
“I didn’t expect you to be here” The man looked up from the table, his face covered with grisly hair and dirt to look up at a blonde woman in a skirt and heels talking to him ”It’s Sunday” she sat down on the throw rug covered dirt floor.
“I do still have the key” they stared at each other in silence “You back for the reunion?” Jimmy looked down at his suit and tie and back at her in her heels
“Yeah, never thought I’d come back to this place…” he looked around at the old images of their Highschool years posters of the bands and photos of their graduating year and themselves as kids. “What are you up to these days?”
“I teach Secondary Science in Chicago, and currently studying for a Masters, and yourself?” He chuckled a bit, out of the confirmation of the past and suprise
“Chicago, really?”
“I like it there, a bit far from home, but nice” Marjeanne leaned back against the wall of the wigwam “What are you doing to keep yourself occupied? Tackling young boys or playing basketball?” she pulled out a cigarette from her purse and lit it up watching the smoke spiral out of the sky light
“Neither, I work as a sports journalist, in Chicago, of course under a different name, Jimmy Toratelli doesn’t really fly, try James Samson” She stared at him for a second
“Your mother’s maiden name,” she looked at him incredously “Chicago. Really?” he pulled out his plan ticket. “Ten years since I’ve been here last, and more than ten since we’ve spoken”
“Friends?” Jimmy extended his hand accross the coffee table. she extinguished her cigarette onto dirt floor beneath their rugs. She shook his hand tenatively.
“Under one condition,” Marjeanne tied up her hair into the ponytail her mother still hated “If you can finally beat me in running these trails” they went out into the cool night. The moon shining bright above them. Marjeanne took off her heels. “Go!” racing ahead her hair bobbing keeping pace with one another. Leaving behind their building to find their unknown future.